The molt continues. Poor Gracie looks mighty scruffy and I think she knows she’s looking pretty tough - ragged feathers, lots of white pin feathers exposed. Poor thing.
I thought I saw her shivering yesterday at the water bowl.
How tough they are to survive a South Dakota winter. It’s amazing how they’ve adapted to the climate.
The other two hens continue to lay eggs, but Gracie is out for the count.
I’m glad the other two chickens aren’t picking on her. I learned from my grandma that when an animal is weak or sick the other animals pick on them.
Sometimes, pick on them to death.
I hope not.